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Caught in the Joke of Silence
My life, I do not live but merely exist. Thorns I lay my head & bed in an open grave...For everyday pasted, the spade of the shovel feeds me slowly. Were almost there...I better comb my hair...I'm the heir of strange & unfair...A very sad & peculiar pair...When was I shoved in such a dark hole ??? Even Satan wouldn't go...When was I hated & let go ??? No family, no friends...All foes...Such an ungodly lonely road. Hourglass of time is unkind & unfair...For my mouth is full & choking of all the dirt they swepted there. This finial stage they secretly lead, molded, and made just for me...Reasons I just don't see. The jeering joke is my LIFE...The dead of silence...I land, in the audience of none.
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